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Bad Carrie

Carrie had seemed to find trouble each time she turned around this week. Carrie was a slave to a loving, yet stern Master named Sir WT. WT had been Carrie's Master for two years. Normally Carrie felt she pleased Master WT, but this week it seemed different. Each time she turned around he found something she did wrong or forgot. Carrie worked very hard today to be sure all things were correctly done today. She sure hoped she had accomplished this, because Master WT had told her last night, "Girl, many more mess-ups and Master is going to have to trade you in on a new slave". He then smiled that evil grin of his. Carrie was almost positive he was just teasing her. "Almost" was the word, though, that made her stomach ache and her heart beat a little faster.

Carrie heard Master's car pull in the drive. She kneeled in front of the door naked, as she was to be. Her eyes took one last look around the room to see that all was in its place. WT walked in the door. He sat down his brief case and reached for the leash he kept hanging on the hook by the door. He bent over and attached the leash to her collar saying, "Come girl." Carrie followed crawling behind Him. He walked slowly looking around, checking under the sofa to be sure she had not forgotten to vacuum. He ran his fingers over the coffee table and end tables to be sure there was no dust. He pulled on the leash letting her know to follow as He went into the kitchen. He inspected the kitchen closely. Carrie was going over her list of chores in her mind hoping she remembered them all. All seemed to be going ok. He walked on to the bedroom with Carrie crawling behind. He took a quarter out of his pocket, as he usually did, and flipped the quarter on the bed. Carrie breathed a sigh of relief when it bounced. He pulled on her leash again guiding her to the bathroom; this room again seemed to pass his approval. Then he looked in the area where the cat liter box was kept. She felt the grip tighten up on her leash.

"What is this?" he asked pulling her over to look at the box.

"I cleaned it, Master… honest. Kitty must have used it Master… honest."

WT kept his firm grip on her leash. "I don't think so, girl. This looks like it has not been cleaned in days."

"No Master. It is not that bad, just this one spot."

"Now you are questioning my judgment girl, on top of not doing as you should?"

"No, Master."

"Yes, you are girl." He pulled her almost dragging her to the bedroom and made her crawl up on the bed.

Carrie was so scared. What might be going to be her punishment? She sat very still while he tied the leash to the bedpost. He walked to the living room. Carrie was hoping He was in there to settle down before spanking her. She could hear him on the phone but could not make out what he was saying. She heard him hang up the phone and go out the door. She wondered where he had gone but could only sit there and ponder her fate.

WT walked back in the bedroom. He went to the closet pulled out a short housedress and threw it to Carrie ordering, "Put this on girl. We are going on a little trip." He disconnected her leash so she could put on the dress. She started putting her shoes on. "You wont need those, girl," he said as he snapped the leash back on and pushed her to the floor, motioning her to follow. He led her to the car and opened the door telling her to get inside. WT told her to lean forward and put her hands behind her back. He put the cuffs on tightly. He pushed her back in the seat and cuffed her ankles together, then placed the blindfold on her. "You don't need to see where you are going. Not likely you will be coming back."

Carrie froze. Did he say what she thought he did? "Master, what do you mean 'not likely I will be back'?"

Without answering her, he placed the ball gag in her mouth and strapped it in tightly. Then he got in the car and started to pull out of the driveway. Finally, he answered Carrie's question, "Well, Carrie, my girl, it seems you must be unhappy being my slave because you keep messing up. So Master has decided to let you go."

Carrie begged frantically behind the gag and the fear in her eyes could not be matched even by the most terrified victim in a horror movie. Her mind raced. Oh my god! Was he serious? No! He had to be joking! She prayed to god, "please, don't let him mean it."

His loud firm voice scared her back from her praying. "I hate that you are making me do this, girl. But it will be for the best," His firm voice made Carrie more scared. Normally he was an even-toned person, never letting anything make him raise his voice.

The drive seemed to go on forever to Carrie. WT would speak from time to time. His words only brought more tears to Carrie's eyes. He would only say, " I sure am going to miss you girl, I only hope a kind Master finds you and not a mean one." Carrie wished so bad she could just be ungagged for five minutes to beg for mercy from her Master. Instead she could only cry behind the blindfold and pray to God her Master would change his mind or that this was just a scare tactic.

Eventually, she felt the car stop. She heard WT get out of the car. He seemed to be unloading the truck of the car. This only puzzled Carrie more. As WT opened Carrie's door he commanded, "Bend forward girl"

Carrie did as she was told and WT removed her cuffs. In the blindness she tried to reach out to grab onto him, but he seemed to have anticipated this and had positioned himself where she could not. He took off the ankle cuffs. He pulled on her leash, saying "Crawl and follow, girl."

Carrie dropped to the ground and started crawling behind him. She could feel the cold ground and twigs biting her hands and knees. She knew she was in a wooded place. He tugged her leash and pulled her up, making her stand. He led her a few more feet and pushed her down onto her ass. She could feel her back against something. The cold roughness told her it was a tree. She felt rope go around her breast and be tightened. Then her arms were being pulled behind and roped tightly. When she was secured, he took the blindfold off of her.

It took a few moments for her eyes to adjust. When they did, she saw that they were in the woods. WT's car lights were shining on the area they were in. "Now, sit and watch girl while Master digs your new temporary home. I am sure you wont have to stay here long."

"This is a common biker route and someone will find you soon," he continued.

Wordlessly WT walked over and started digging a hole. Carrie watched in total fear, her mind wondering if he really would do this. Yet he had done many things already tonight that she had never thought he would do. She wished she knew how to stop this how to get back in the good graces of her Master.

When he had the hole dug, he picked up some plastic and turned to Carrie saying, "This should be thick enough to keep any of the underground creatures from eating through to you too quickly."

"Anyway, like I said, little one, I am sure you won't be here long enough to be bitten or eaten up to badly."

Untying Carrie, he pulled her leash for her to follow him, but Carrie's mind was too far gone from the fear. He had to drag her to the hole. Then he forced her down into the hole, on her knees. She kept trying to get up, but he placed his boot on her shoulder, holding her in place, and started to fill the hole. Carrie was crying and screaming under her gag. He got the hole filled such that all that was left of Carrie's body to be seen was her neck and head.

He bent forward, kissed Carrie on the forehead as he placed the blindfold back on her. "Good bye slave girl, I am sorry I could not be the Master you needed."

Carrie heard him walking away, the car door closing and driving off. From fear, exhaustion, or both, she pasted out.

To be continued…

Bad Carrie

Chapter 3

by My Lord's Angel

disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction.

Carrie woke up feeling a hot liquid hitting her breast. She looked up to see Bob standing over her with his cock out -- peeing on her. She screamed, “Stop It!”

“Oh shut up, girlie. Ted's in the outhouse and I need to piss. Figured a dirty slut like you would not mind some nice piss.”

Carrie turned her head so that the pee would not hit her face, but Bob moved so that the pee was hitting her hair. She thought, 'oh God! This was not a nightmare. I am really here.'

She tried to wiggle to stop the pee from hitting her so much.

Bob yelled. "Look what you have done, girl! Now I got pee on the floor. You will have to clean that up." He reached down and untied her arms, grabbed her by her wet hair and pulled her to a setting position. "Now lick that pee up, girl.”

Carrie looked at him and said, “No way in Hell.”

He slapped her really hard and then took his hand and pushed her face down to the floor.

“Lick it up, bitch, and when done I will have to punish you for cursing. Mama always say

‘a girl should never curse'.”

Carrie licked at the pee spot on the dirty floor. She had no choice; Bob was holding her head down to the floor. She did not know which was worse, the pee or the dirt from the floor she knew must not have been cleaned in years.

Bob pulled her back up by the hair. He freed her legs. "On all fours, bitch."

Carrie complied. And he took her hair in his hand to lead her by, and made her follow him out of the bedroom on her hands and knees.

When they got to the kitchen Ted was sitting at the table. He said “Good. You got the bitch up. I need coffee. Go make us coffee, girlie.”

Bob let her hair lose and she stood .Her legs hurt, but she went to the kitchen and started looking for things with which to prepare coffee. They had running water! So, why did they not have a bathroom and why were the dishes and the house so dirty? She decided she would best to just keep her mouth shut. She prepared a percolator with grounds she found on the pantry shelf. She washed two cups and mused at the situation. And by now the coffee was ready. She poured them two cups and asked the men what they wished in their coffee.

“Black, girlie, for us both,“ Ted said.

Carrie took the coffee to the table where they both were sitting now. She put it on the table and stood back to see what would happen next.

Ted took a sip and as he did said, “Back in your spot on the floor -- like the dog you are, bitch.”

Carrie kneeled down on the floor in the spot she figured he meant.

Ted then said, “But, no need to keep you there doing nothing, move under the table, girl, and suck my cock. It will help me wake up."

Carrie did not move. She just knew she could not keep this up. She remembered last night and this had to end somewhere, she thought. She looked up at Ted and said, “No, I am not your slave. I will not keep doing as you tell me to. I want to go home. Do you dumb-ass hillbillies not understand anything?"

Bob was the first one to move. He got up as he was removing his belt. He grabbed carrie's arms so fast, she did not know what happened. He bent them behind her back and pushed her face down onto the table. Ted was on the other side of the table, and he took hold of her arms and held them tight, keeping her from moving.

She felt the belt hit her ass -- hard. Over and over Bob whipped her ass... legs... back... anywhere the belt might land. She was screaming. Her Master had whipped her before. But he knew how to whip. She feared this dumb ass was going to damage her. Her Master always said that he would hurt her but never harm her. She was sure these men knew nothing of that rule.

Bob kept whipping her for quite awhile. When he stopped, Ted did not let her go. She heard Bob walking around behind her. She kicked trying to get lose.

Ted said to Bob, “Bob, go get some rope while that thing heats up." He gestured at something that Carrie could not see.

Carrie wondered what he was talking about. She turned her head. Still she could not see anything on the stove. She tried again to pull free.

Bob returned with the rope. With it he tied her legs to the table and handed Ted some.

Ted tied her arms together and then ran the rope to the table legs. This left Carrie splayed open on the table. Then he got up and went behind carrie. “Wow, Bob. You sure done a good job with that belt! Nice lovely marks all over this bitch's backside.” he said as he ran his rough hands over the marks.

“Move! This is Hot!," she heard Bob say to Ted. Less than a moment later she felt something hot across her ass. Bob was spanking her ass! Worse, what ever he was using felt like hot metal!

He spanked her ass till the metal cooled down. Her ass hurt so badly by now, she was just laying her head on the table crying uncontrollably.

Bob walked around the table. He pulled her up by her hair. “Look at me, bitch.” He was waving a metal spatula in front of her face saying, “The rules in this house is, you will do as you are told when you are told, or you will be punished and each time it will be worse. Do you understand?”

Carrie could only nod her head. Her voice felt gone from all the screaming she had done and her will to speak was gone also.

He hit her across the face with the spatula. It was cool but it still hurt like hell.

“Answer me, bitch!”

Carrie let out a low, “Yes, Sir. I understand.”

Bob put down the spatula and then said, “Now for tellin' me 'no' this morning, and cursing, I think we should just get that punishment over now also, girlie. Mama always say 'start the day out right.'" He walked to the kitchen and got a glass.

Carrie watched as he pulled out his cock and pissed into the glass. Bringing the glass over and placing it at Carrie's lips. he said, "Should be soap to wash out your mouth properly, but not wasting good soap on a slut like you! This pee will have to do."

Carrie would not open her mouth.

Ted had been watching and he came up behind her, grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. He then pinched her nose closed causing her to have to open her mouth in order to get a breath. When she did, Bob poured the pee into her mouth. Ted did not let go and she had no choice but to swallow when bob closed his hand over her mouth.

They left her tied up like that and took their coffee and headed toward the door.

“Don't you go anywhere there, girlie. Me 'n Bob just going to go make sure trigger is awake and ready for your visit," Ted said laughing, as they went out the door.

Carrie was feeling she would throw up at any minute. Her mind raced with fear as her heart ached with desire to be back home. Worse of all for her mind, though, was how wet she felt her pussy becoming from this kind of treatment. She cursed herself and then cursed her Master for making her such a slut.

Ted came back after what seemed like forever. You sure look good all tied up there, girlie.” he said as he came over and reached between Carrie's legs. “Wow! You sure are a wet little slut."

He pushed three fingers inside her and moved them around, making Carrie's pussy even wetter. He reached around with his other hand and pinched and pulled on one of Carrie's nipples. He started fingering Carrie's pussy very hard with three fingers. She could not help but wiggle around. "You sure seem to be a slut... for sure." He said to her. "I wonder just how many fingers I could get in this slick little pussy." He then pushed in a fourth finger.

Carrie's started to cry out in pain. He was slamming his fingers in and out of her. "You will thank me for this, girlie, when Trigger is fucking you. You will thank me for loosening up this cunt hole."

Carrie was about to cum just as Ted stopped.. Carrie wondered... how would a dumb hillbilly know that she was about to cum? Some part of her mind wanted to beg him not to stop.

He brought his fingers to her mouth as he commanded, "Here. Clean up your mess, Slut."

Carrie started to link his fingers clean when Bob walked in the door. "Hey, Ted. What is taking so long?”

"The slut here was dripping on the floor and I wanted to see just HOW wet she was."

Bob looked down at the floor and noticed there was a big wet spot. He pushed Ted out of the way and untied Carrie. "Now get down there and clean up that mess, slut."

Carrie got on her knees and reached for a cloth on the table.

Bob grabbed it from her and laughed, "Are you that dumb, bitch? Not with a cloth... with that dirty mouth of yours."

Carrie gave in and bent down and began licking up her own pussy juices from the dirty nasty floor. As she was finishing up, she felt someone grabbing her hair. Then heard Bob's voice saying, "Come on bitch, crawl."

He held her by the hair and she crawled behind him. He lead her out the door all the way to the outhouse. “I thought you might need to pee, girlie, before we introduce you to Trigger."

Carrie went inside and did not even try to close the door this time. She was peeing and thinking... I will be sure not to ask to wipe this time. But her body betrayed her and she felt the need to evacuate. She hated how her body was doing her. Now she thought, what will I do? I can't ask to wipe.

Bob and Ted were standing outside the outhouse door talking... not seeming to be paying any attention to Carrie.

Carrie decided she would have to give in and ask for something to wipe with. She figured on trying to be nice and hoping it would help her. “Sir Bob, this girl has had to do more than pee. Could you please honor her with something to wipe with?"

Bob laughed, "You want me to get Rex, girlie?"

"NO Sir! NO! Please, not that, Sir!"

"Then I guess you'll just stay as you are, girlie. I'm sure Trigger wont mind. Now come on... let's go."

Carrie decided not to push this subject.

Bob lead her to the barn by the hair. It was a old run-down barn -- large -- smellie -- dirty. She noticed a rope hanging down from the rafters. And over on the wall, there was horse tack hanging on nails. She recognized some of the stuff from her Master's toy bag there. There was some kind of animal dung laying in heaps in what looked like the remains of stalls.

"Before you meet Trigger, I think you need some learnin', girlie," Bob said as he pulled Carrie over to a spot in the center of the barn, "Now, stand up."

She stood up and tried to brush the straw from her knees and hands. He told her to put her hands up in the air . When she did, Bob grabbed the rope that was hanging from the rafters and tied Carrie's hands very tightly. Then he took some rope off the rail and tied her ankles together. He walked over to the wall and started turning a crank and Carrie felt herself being lifted up off the ground. Her feet was no longer touching the floor of the barn!

"Ted, hand me that crop we use to train old trigger with," Bob said as he come back to Carrie's side.

Ted handed Bob a crop and Bob said, "Oh yes, Mama would be so proud of us. You know what she always say. 'spare the rod... spoil the child.' We don't want a spoiled lil cunt on our hands."

Bob started lightly hitting Carrie's legs with the crop. He moved the strikes slowly up to her cunt, where his hits got harder. He then moved around to her ass. "Now, girlie, count as Uncle Bob gives you your hits of training and be sure to thank me."

Carrie wanted to run, hide, or just die. This was all to much for her. How could she be in this place with these dumb-ass hillbillies?

She came back to reality when she felt the first hit. She said, "One... thank You."

Bob said, "Nope. This one don't count. 'one... Thank you, Uncle Bob Sir, is what you should have said. Remember what Mama always say... 'no excuse for bad manners.' So, let's do this again."

Carrie got the hang of it this time. and with each hit she said the number and 'thank You uncle Bob Sir.'

After the twenty-fifth hit, Carrie in tears said, "Twenty-five... Thank you Uncle Bob, Sir.".

Bob said, "Dang, girlie. Now I have to start over. Can't you even count? It is 24, 26."

Carrie corrected, "No. 25 comes after 24."

Bob said, "Now, girlie, are you telling me Mama did not know how to teach me to count? Ted, tell this girl what comes after twenty-four."

"Twentry-six of course, Bob." was Ted's reply.

"Ok. So you are out-voted, girlie. We have to start over." Bob rejoined.

With that Bob hit her harder than all the previous times. And Carrie grunted through clenched teeth, "One. Thank You, Uncle Bob, Sir."

The hits got harder and harder until her whole back was being hit, not just her ass. But Carrie was being good and counting and thanking Him.

At number thirty-four Carrie remembered that these hillbillies had a whole different counting system. So as to outsmart them, when the next hit came Carrie said, "Thirty-six. Thank you, Uncle Bob, Sir."

Bob said, "Dammit, girlie! You really don't know how to count do you? Thirty-five comes after thirty-four. Here Ted, you whip her awhile. We gotta start over again and I need a rest."

Ted came over and took the crop from Bob. Ted's first stroke made Carrie cry out in pain and forget counting. So Ted just hit her again, even harder and Carrie almost forgot again. But she cried, "One. Thank You, Uncle Ted, Sir."

This time when Ted got to thirty-four Carrie almost yelled out, "Thirty-five! Thank You, Uncle Ted, Sir."

Ted walked away and Carrie started thinking... thank God it is over.

She tried relaxing but with the pain she was in and her feet dangling, it was difficult. She closed her eyes and tried to push her mind back to the days of being in her Master's home. She felt a sting on her left breast and her eyes jerked open. Ted had a buggy whip in his hand and was swinging it at her breast.

"OH MY GOD! ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY?" Carrie yelled out through her tears.

"Now, now, girlie. That is not nice," Ted said as he swung the whip once again. "COUNT, BITCH!"

It hurt so bad Carrie could not find words to count. Ted kept whipping her and speeding up. "We can do this the easy way or the hard way, girl. Seems you want it the hard way."

After about twenty hits, Carrie somehow found her voice and croaked out, "One. Thank You, Uncle Ted, Sir."

Bob was standing close by and had his pants down and wanking his cock as Ted whipped the whole front of Carrie's body with the buggy whip. Carrie could feel blood dripping from her breast as she whimpered, "Thirty-six. Thank you, Uncle Ted, Sir."

The whipping stopped for a few minutes and Carrie heard Ted talking.

"Ok. Now you whip her. I want to wank awhile. You not going to have all the fun."

Carrie was thinking how this was so much different than when her Master would whip her. But, she could still feel her sex dripping between her legs, running down her thighs. Am I really a slut? She pondered how her Master had used that word with her often. She was beginning to identify with the term. She shuddered at the thought.

Bob walked over, closing his pants as he went. "Ok. Ok. Give me the thing." Bob walked around behind Carrie and started to whip her back with the buggy whip.

After what seemed like forever, Carrie counted her fiftieth stroke. Then Bob stopped. Carrie thought, maybe neither of them knew how to count past fifty, so might be why it stopped. She had to thank God for dumb hillbillies that did not know how to count.

Her whole body ached and she could feel blood on her.

Bob went to the crank and slowly lowered Carrie down to the ground . He came over and untied her hands and led her over to a big barrel next to a stall. He told her to bend over it. She almost fell from being so weak after the whipping. She was too sore to fight as he dragged her bodily over to it. She was glad he helped her, because she couldn't have managed it alone.

There were stakes in the ground around the barrel. These he then tied her hands and her feet to. She heard his zipper zip. Bob called Ted over to see, "Ted, look at the juices this slut is dripping all over the place." He, ran his hand over the slickness and smeared it over her ass-hole as Ted showed up. "We won't be needing no slick stuff. He he. It's good to go."

She felt him slam his cock into her ass. It hurt like hell with only some pussy juice for lube and she yelled out.

At that moment Ted come around and grabbed her hair and pulled her head up saying, "Here, bitch. Suck on this and stop yelling." With this he pushed his cock at her lips and she was just too exhausted to fight. She opened her mouth. With each thrust into her ass from Bob, Ted would push his cock into her mouth. She sucked harder and harder as Bob fucked her ass harder and harder, hoping this would help get it over with sooner. She hated this. But she hated how wet and horny her pussy was most of all.. She felt Bob slam deep and hard and pump his cum into her at about the same time she felt Ted holding her head and pushing her mouth way down onto his cock and he came deep down her throat in pulsing gouts.

She cleaned off Ted's cock and then Bob was in front of her. "Here. Clean this too , bitch."

Carrie begged, "NOOOO... PLEEEAAAASE NO."

He picked up the buggy whip and Carrie's mouth went directly to his cock, knowing he would use it if she didn't do as ordered. And as her body was already laden with many sore welts, weals, and stripes, she obeyed.

When he was all clean, he looked at Ted and said, "Ok Now go get Trigger. Is time for him to have some fun."

to be continued...

Bad Carrie

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